Post by Brian Commonwealth on Aug 14, 2008 0:07:55 GMT -5
(OOC: Read this first. Hayden vs. MD)
Brian Commonwealth stands over a fallen Metal Dragon, Hayden lying to the side of both of them in a broken heap with the King of the Deathmatch belt draped over his stomach. He looks in disgust at his former ally and friend as he lifts the mic to his lips.
"Metal Dragon, I don't need you anymore. I am superior to you in every way, and it's time we parted ways. GHW doesn't need you as King of Deathmatches, it needs Hayden HardKore. GHW doesn't need Dominik Santiago as New Age Champion, it needs ME. I'm going to make up for Oliveira's incompetent work as general manager and hopefully fix this company as much as I can, cleansing it, purifying it. The first step, Dragon, has already been carried out. The second step will be fulfilled in just a few minutes, but for now, enjoy the limelight... as I'm focusing on you."
Brian holds the Charging Glory title up in the air for a moment before resting it back on his shoulder. The crowd's booing kicks back up for a moment before the GM quiets them back down.
"I have the ultimate chance to purify GHW, MD. It's time to weed out one of the failures of this business. Your career is in my hands, and now I choose to spike it on the ground! Metal Dragon, YOU ARE HEREBY STRIPPED OF THE CHARGING GLORY TITLE, AND YOU ARE FIRED! Security, get this loser out of my sight!"
Fuzz: "You've gotta be kidding me!"
Al: "He knows what's best, Colin! Let him do his job!"
"This isn't what's best! This is bullshit! This is absolutely ridiculous! Brian Commonwealth, burn in hell!"
The crowd's booing becomes deafening for a moment, transitioning into a "Metal Dragon!" chant as five uniformed men come out while MD begins to stir on the ground. Dragon is carried to the back without a fight, the once proud and boisterous champion reduced to nothing in a span of a couple minutes. Commonwealth turns to the man who was officiating the match that just ended and holds out the Charging Glory belt to him. The referee takes the belt reluctantly before walking backstage with it, another ref coming through the curtain to take his place as Brian holds the mic in his hand, the crowd booing at a level that hasn't been heard in a long time. Triumph cuts to a commercial break as Commonwealth is seen standing on the ramp, surveying the jeering crowd.
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Brian Commonwealth stands over a fallen Metal Dragon, Hayden lying to the side of both of them in a broken heap with the King of the Deathmatch belt draped over his stomach. He looks in disgust at his former ally and friend as he lifts the mic to his lips.
"Metal Dragon, I don't need you anymore. I am superior to you in every way, and it's time we parted ways. GHW doesn't need you as King of Deathmatches, it needs Hayden HardKore. GHW doesn't need Dominik Santiago as New Age Champion, it needs ME. I'm going to make up for Oliveira's incompetent work as general manager and hopefully fix this company as much as I can, cleansing it, purifying it. The first step, Dragon, has already been carried out. The second step will be fulfilled in just a few minutes, but for now, enjoy the limelight... as I'm focusing on you."
Brian holds the Charging Glory title up in the air for a moment before resting it back on his shoulder. The crowd's booing kicks back up for a moment before the GM quiets them back down.
"I have the ultimate chance to purify GHW, MD. It's time to weed out one of the failures of this business. Your career is in my hands, and now I choose to spike it on the ground! Metal Dragon, YOU ARE HEREBY STRIPPED OF THE CHARGING GLORY TITLE, AND YOU ARE FIRED! Security, get this loser out of my sight!"
Fuzz: "You've gotta be kidding me!"
Al: "He knows what's best, Colin! Let him do his job!"
"This isn't what's best! This is bullshit! This is absolutely ridiculous! Brian Commonwealth, burn in hell!"
The crowd's booing becomes deafening for a moment, transitioning into a "Metal Dragon!" chant as five uniformed men come out while MD begins to stir on the ground. Dragon is carried to the back without a fight, the once proud and boisterous champion reduced to nothing in a span of a couple minutes. Commonwealth turns to the man who was officiating the match that just ended and holds out the Charging Glory belt to him. The referee takes the belt reluctantly before walking backstage with it, another ref coming through the curtain to take his place as Brian holds the mic in his hand, the crowd booing at a level that hasn't been heard in a long time. Triumph cuts to a commercial break as Commonwealth is seen standing on the ramp, surveying the jeering crowd.
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